My compass ring. I rely on it about three or four times a day when I get out of the metro or get turned around.
My Paris par Arrondissements book that my mom got me. For you LA people, it's like a pocket-sized Thomas guide for Paris.
My list of phone numbers of friends in Paris. Would be better to have a phone, but...
My "carte d'orange" that lets me get on the metro.
Saturday, September 17, 2005
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No cheese? :) That was an essential part of my Paris stay (but I think I have to admit I am somewhat obsessed with cheese). I'm sending positive/lucky thoughts your way wrt the apartment search!
-e.
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